He rolls his eyes and looks at Sasha, who thinks about her answer for a moment before nodding with a serious moue. “I don’t mind, but I won’t watch if it bothers you.”
“Unsurprisingly, I don’t mind being watched,” Trent deadpans, leaning back against me as he reaches for his cock. “I’m going to start. Do you want me to do it in the dark or in the light?”
Sasha raises her camera in reply. “Let me get a few candid shots while you work yourself up. They might not be something you want, but my philosophy is the more the merrier when it comes to photo opportunities.”
Trent strokes his cock and looks down without pulling away from me, and since I’m here, acting as his support person, I also watch. I’ve only ever seen him do this on camera, so listening to him as he strokes his hand over his cock is a new experience, because I know he’s resisting it. He’s fascinating andmagnificent, glowing under the studio lights from the mineral oil coating our bodies.
The three of us watch him bring himself to the edge. After watching his solo videos, I’ve gotten attuned to the way his breathing hitches just before he releases his shaft, and I know the moment before he does that he will. The tension of watching him evaporates like liquid helium as he releases himself, and I blow out a slow breath as he pants next to me.
I catch his eye and watch his pupils expand for a moment before they contract again and he catches his breath. “Fuck,” he whispers and looks away.
I don’t think I could have said it better myself.
“Ok,” Sasha interrupts as she crouches. “I will be touching your hips and possibly your dicks. Don’t take it as an invitation; I need to set up the shots.”
We both acknowledge her warning and she starts moving us with both words and hands. She takes individual pictures of our cocks then gives Trent another few minutes to bring himself back to the edge. It’s as fascinating to watch the second time as it was the first, though this time I’m in front of him.
As he releases his shaft, precum drools out of the tip. Sasha quickly moves us together and then she grabs my dick and holds the tip under Trent’s. “Hold it right there,” she orders me, pulling her camera up as I take over positioning my dick.
She snaps a few photos, then looks up at Trent from her crouched position. “Magnus, don’t move. Trent, edge yourself again, but get your hand out of the shot when I tell you.”
Trent and I do exactly what we’re told, and the shot she takes is of Trent’s cock dripping on mine. My core muscles contract as a shock of arousal hits me at the sight of Trent’s precum lubing my cockhead. My slit drips with evidence of how hot I find it, and Shasha photographs that as well. I blink at how quickly I go from aroused to ready-to-orgasm. I look away from our cocks only tofind Trent watching me with a furrowed brow, like he’s surprised by what he sees.
I hadn’t thought about it before we started this project, but I don’t think I’m as straight as I thought, which makes sense if I had paid closer attention to myself. Sexuality is a spectrum, and I’ve only had a limited number of experiences to define mine. Obviously, I should have left room for growth.
Sasha interrupts my self-discovery and pulls our attention back to the project at hand. “Ok, I think we’re ready for the cum shots. Magnus first; your blush of arousal dissipates faster than Trent’s, and we don’t want a pink face ruining a perfectly good facial.”
Trent’s inner apprehension plays out on his face before he lets his naturally dominant confidence take over. “First, Magnus, are you ok with me holding your dick and being pressed together for this?”
“In my purely professional opinion, it’s sexy as fuck that you keep checking for consent,” Sasha grins, holding up her camera and taking a candid shot of our faces.
“I agree with the professional,” I add with my own smile. “And I consent to you touching me, Trent, as long as you also consent to the touching.”
Trent’s determined face softens as he relaxes slightly. “Thank you for checking in, and yes, I’ll be fine. I like the idea of the pose for future use.”
Sasha barks a laugh. “Stand in front of Trent and get yourself to the edge a few times. It’s going to take me a minute to get all the camera angles I want for this ready.”
Trent and I stand where she wants us, and while she sets up cameras and tripods, I stroke my shaft carefully. I’m not usually one to edge myself, but in this case, the faster I cum the better, probably. Behind me, Trent’s hand moves along his shaft as well, this time brushing up and down my back because we’re standingso close. The idea of his touch nearly pushes me over, and I have to suddenly drop my hand to keep from orgasming.
I guess in addition to not being as straight as I thought, the fantasies I’ve been spinning for our viewers while I play alone might be making me more sensitive to Trent’s touch than I thought they would. I might see if switching the fixation helps with the sensitivity. Or, I might not. It’s a good way to keep the subscribers interested, and that’s the point.
Sasha finishes with her camera and crouches in front of us. “Ok, boys, I want you close enough that I can’t slip a paper between you.”
Trent steps in as close as he can get without moving me, since I’m the front man, and Sasha gets to work posing us. I stand with my back plastered to Trent’s chest and my right arm up so I can hold the back of his neck while the other grips his thigh. Trent’s right hand grabs my cock while Sasha tells him to hold me across the chest with his left. Once in position, Sasha tilts my head back and his chin down and tells him how to smile.
“Trent, I want your eyes completely focused on his dick. Magnus, close your eyes and pretend I’m not here. Pretend it’s just the two of you in your room, and you’re finally getting the orgasm you’ve been wanting. Trent, move your hand as little as possible, and freeze with your hand around the base when he tells you he’s about to come. I want a clear shot of the orgasm.”
“Understood. Magnus, try to tell me before you shoot,” Trent murmurs, and his voice vibrates through me like I’m sitting next to the speakers at a concert.
“I’ll try,” I promise, and with those words, I close my eyes and let myself feel everything.
Trent moves his hand and adjusts his grip, taking me back to the edge in a few seconds. My hands instinctively tighten on his body, and Trent coos softly, “There you go,” and moves his grip back to the base of my dick.
Those words send me flying without even trying to speak. My orgasm barrels through me and wrings me out, and then Trent’s hand is moving again, shaking out every last tremble and spasm until I’m gasping for air like I’ve never breathed a day in my life, and my body turns into an overcooked noodle.
Fucking hell. Trent’s hand is amazing.
Chapter 15
